Most of the creative nonfiction and poetry I write tends to end up feeling fairly serious, albeit with a tiny twist of dry humor threaded throughout, rising along the surface of the piece every so often. But sometimes it’s good to abandon oneself to a hearty belly laugh. Here’s a poem I wrote about the importance of laughter which was published in The Black Boot, Issue 8. And have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday!
In seventh grade I was sent
to the principal’s office six times for laughing,
my giggles chronic hiccups
that rode the curb like a skateboard
until I wanted to bail from fear of the crash.
I held on, never jumped. My girlfriends
and I were making fun for ourselves.
Have you heard the commercial
with the laughing baby?
Not a smiling infant, slippery pink gums
peeking from behind the O
of the open baby mouth,
not tentative giggles
searching out questions for the world.
But a big baby guffaw, a Mississippi of sound
catching me in the solar plexus
where my own laugh begins.
We’re hardwired for this hidden language,
more powerful than books
We laugh together
and at nothing at all.
In the spirit of laughter, here’s a website devoted to laughing babies:
And here’s one of the laughing baby videos from Youtube:
11 responses to “Light Holiday Fare”
What a great poem, Luanne, I love the O of the laughing baby’s mouth. the hard-wired hidden language, the laughing at nothing at all. Happy Thanksgiving to you, too!
Happy Thanksgiving, Wilma! I love laughing. Probably why I write a lot of hahas where they look kind of ridiculous haha.
love a Mississippi of sound — so evocative–but I would expect nothing less from another Luanne – LouAnn
LouAnn, I love that we share a name! I used to love that M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I we used to recite to learn how to spell the state when we were kids! What a great word.
You already know that I love this whole thing: the intro and especially the poem. Thanks for lifting my spirits so early in the morning. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone, and remember to share a laugh with someone you love tomorrow. It’s good for the soul.
Yes, so good for the soul, Lisa, and mental health too :). I’m glad you enjoyed it!
How infectious that precocious laugh!
I know! It’s so wonderful! Thanks for stopping by and enjoying!
Memories of laughing uncontrollably with my girlfriends over nothing at all! This post brought back a lot! I got sent out in the hall in the 4th grade for making fun of a story with another student that the teacher was reading aloud to us….. just could NOT control myself. For the rest of that school year I lived in dread that the teacher would call my mother about the incident…. she never did and I didn’t tell my mom about it until I was well into my 40’s! (Maybe that teacher remembered laughing uncontrollably as well?) Thanks for sharing this.
I love that story! So glad the teacher didn’t bust you! My teachers and the librarian especially really put up with a lot, but they would have to send me down the hall when I wouldn’t stop at all and our principal would say “don’t irritate your teacher any more” and send me back to class ;).
“a Mississippi of sound” is beautiful. I love this.